Wunda - Turn This One Up (feat. J. Will)

Yeah, and you know, Wunda 8 4 5
J.Will
Kid Rhythm on the beat

Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the bartender fill my cup
Nothin' else gonna mess this up
Get it in until the sun comes up

Ain't no need to bluff, cause baby I am all in No need for a phone when your body is callin
Plus I got call waitin', no interruptions Girl, you amazing
Boogz said there'll be nights like this
Goose on deck, but Ciroc I sip
Shorty think she fat, cause shorty got hips
I like it when she bounce just to make them jeans fit
Uh, I'm a bedroom predator
Your other man was way too regular
So now you text me from your cellular
How you wanna cut him out like an editor
And I'ma help you with your film
Your best nightmare like I met you on Elm
You can be my mummy how you dress to death
When my eyes on you, I forget the rest
Cause the rest don't matter, shorty you the best
We in our own world doin' our own two-step
So let's step to the beat
Cause after the club right back to the sheets
Feel me

Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the bartender fill my cup
Nothin' else gonna mess this up
Get it in until the sun comes up

Tell me what you like
Tell me what you want, never mind the price
Attracted to the life, attracted to the ice Divorced on my days, now I'm married to the night
She's single, doin' that Beyonce dance
I got my eyes on her ass while she wavin' her hand
Like, if you wanna put a ring on it
Have you singin' somethin' else when that thing's on it
Hustlers screamin' money ain't a thing Shorty's is screamin' the same damn thing
With they bottles in the air, shake em' up, shake em'
If my shades on then I expect hatin
Gucci on my feet, Prada be the shades
Your boy got style like I'm made in Italy
If you like, pick a place we can stay
If there's sun, pick a place we can lay
You don't gotta bring nothin' but a dress Have fun, baby, don't worry about the rest
Phone off, don't worry about your ex
I confess Girl, your good goody is the best

Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the DJ turn this one up
Tell the bartender fill my cup
Nothin' else gonna mess this up
Get it in until the sun comes up

Wunda 8 4 5
J Will
And you know
Uh, Kid Rhythm on the track

Uh, tell the DJ, tell the DJ, tell the DJ
Uh, and you know, uh Tell the DJ
They bottles in the air, fill my cup
Wunda 8 4 5
J Will
And you know
Uh Kid Rhythm rhythm on the track
Uh, and you know
Tell the DJ, tell the DJ, tell the DJ

Written by:
SEAN STANLEY

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